Ukraine Diary Day 22: Dreams and Poems
Day 22 in Ukraine.
Sunlight’s soft ballet
through lace of old curtains—
glimpses of empty streets.
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Dusk descends quietly
Sirens wail through the stillness,
Stars fade from the sky.
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Awoken at night
Flashes tear through the darkness,
Dawn feels far away.
Another day arrives. Why is time flying so fast? A week ago, I had a dream about waking up in the middle of an explosion (it was only a drone shot down in the fields nearby). In my dream, my house was in ruins, my dress was torn and I didn’t know where to go. I ran inside a large building and up a staircase. At the top of it stood a man holding my passport. “I found you,” he said. “Let’s go to Japan and open a porcelain studio.” (I had no idea that this was my subliminal desire, but fine, I’ll take it.)
